West Texas Oil Field

I was working for an insurance company that covered the employees of an oil drilling outfit in West Texas. Every so often, I would have to travel to the oil fields to assist the employees with claims and coverage questions. It didn't take me long to realize that the company I worked for had a lousy reputation in the industry and in the oil fields. The field workers were plagued with claims denials, slow payments, and the usual insurance run-around. It was not unusual for me to get yelled at, threatened, and cursed by these rough-necks when I visited.

I was scheduled to visit a field worker camp south of Pyote, Texas in the middle of nowhere. I timed my arrival to catch the workers before their shift started in the evening, and then assist those coming off shift, usually 4 pm to 8 pm. The oil camps were pre-fab rooms connected to each other, usually 6 rooms with a kitchen and TV room at the end. Each bedroom had a private bath and interior doors that connected to the next room. I would usually set up my information table in one of the TV rooms so that I could assist the workers as they passed through.

The Texas sun was unforgiving in summer, and the daytime temperatures were frequently over 100 degrees. The work was hard and dangerous, and I admired the men who worked in these conditions. Most were in the prime of their lives, ranging in age from 20 to 40, with supervisors working into their 50's. These men were strong and fit, but once they were used and worn out, they would be replaced by younger, stronger men. Many wouldn't reach retirement age unless they escaped the hard life in the oil fields.

The night shift workers had left for the field, and I waited for the day shift to arrive. One by one they entered the TV room. Some had removed their shirts that were damp with sweat, and I got to see their strong muscular arms and chests. There was a strong, musky scent in the air as the room filled with hot, tired men. Some opted to shower before talking to me, and I understood their desire to wash away the day's sweat and dust, but a few of them sat down across the table from me to inquire about their insurance claims. Their strong odor was distracting, and I felt my cock twitch and grow as I tried to assist them.

These men were unusually calm, and I assumed it was because they were tired. They also probably knew there wasn't much I could do to expedite their claims. As I assisted the first man, the others sat around the room and waited, cutting their eyes at each other and grinning. Others entered the TV room having showered, some wearing only their underwear. As the next man approached the table in his underwear, his crotch was at eye level. He was big, and must have been nine inches long. He adjusted himself before sitting down. As I answered his questions, I felt his foot rub against my leg. He looked directly into my eyes as he ran his foot up my leg and to my crotch. I began to stutter as my cock hardened. Cracking a smile, he got up and left the room.

I assisted a few more workers, then packed up my papers and forms, and prepared to leave. The air was thick with cigarette smoke from men standing outside, some shirtless and some in their underwear. As I approached the rental car, I was greeted by a flat tire. Having to change a tire would put me late getting back to Midland, but I soon found out I would be even later. The rental car didn't have a spare tire. My cheap company wouldn't rent from a reputable company, and this is what I got stuck with. As I pulled out my phone to call roadside assistance, I realized there was no cell signal in the desert.

I turned and walked back to the deck where the men were smoking and drinking beer. "I've got a flat and I can't get a cell signal out here," I said, hoping for a suggestion. "You won't be able to get anyone out here tonight anyway. Everything shuts down in Pyote, and no one's gonna come out here from Pecos or Midland," said a rough-neck worker leaning against the wall. "If you're lucky, Rick might let you bunk with him." As he glanced to his right at Rick, I saw he was the man who rubbed his foot on my crotch. He smiled at me while he stroked his hardening cock through his underwear. My face turned red as I started to back away, then suddenly a strong, massive arm wrapped across my chest from behind, while a rough hand clamped over my mouth. Two of the men each grabbed my legs and lifted me off the ground and took me inside the bunk house. I twisted and thrashed around, but I was no match for these tough oil field workers.

I was taken to the room at the end and thrown down on the bed, as the men started removing my clothes. "Let me go," I pleaded. Rick grabbed my face with his rough, strong hand, and looked directly into my eyes. "Your company has been fuckin' us, so we're gonna return the favor. Don't scream, don't cry--take it like a man." I trembled with fear as he climbed on top of me. I could feel his hard cock press against mine, as he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "Some of these men haven't had any pussy in a couple of months. You're gonna get broke in real good," he whispered in my ear. The other men were now naked and gathered around to watch, some of them stroking their hardening cocks.

I felt completely helpless and vulnerable. There was no escape from what was about to happen. Rick lifted my legs and placed them on his big, broad shoulders. His cock was oozing precum, and he rubbed the head against my hole to spread the lubricant. I gasped as he inserted the head of his enormous cock, which had swollen to the thickness of a beer can. Tears filled my eyes as he slowly inserted the entire length of his cock in me. Some of the spectators clapped as his hairy balls pressed against me. He slowly withdrew nearly all the way before plunging forcefully back in me. As he continued this pounding, his nut sack slapped against my ass in rhythm to his strokes. His assault continued for 10 minutes before he suddenly pulled out and got up from the bed. "Who's next?" he said to the others.

One by one, the others had their turn with me, some fucking my ass, others fucking my mouth, some both. The air in the room was hot and filled with the musky scent of men. Many of them chose to withdraw and shoot their cum on my face, spreading it around with the head of their cock. Some shot their load in my mouth, forcing me to swallow, while some shot in my ass providing much needed lubricant.

As they tired of using me, they left the room and went to bed to get some sleep. I was left sore, wet, and weak. Rick came back and rolled me over on my stomach. As the big bear of a man climbed on top of me, he spread my ass cheeks and inserted his thick cock in me. His strong hands gripped my ass hard as he fucked me relentlessly. His moans became louder as he neared climax; then he released his hot, thick load of cum, as sweat dripped from his hairy body. As he collapsed on top of me, I could feel his heart racing and his hot breath on my neck. He never pulled out, but slept on top of me all night.

The next morning, I heard multiple alarm clocks going off at 5 am. As Rick raised himself off me, I felt his soft cock pull out of me. His cum dripped from my sore hole, as I didn't have the strength to close my legs. I lay motionless hoping no one wanted a quickie before heading to the fields. After they left, I climbed out of the bed and hurriedly put on my clothes. I had to get out of there before the horny night shift workers came back. I left the bunk house and walked toward the rental car in my disheveled clothes and with dried cum on my face and in my hair. The supervisor smiled at me, knowing what had happened. As I approached the car, the tire that was flat was now full of air. I quickly got in and headed back toward civilization. Before I got to the interstate, I pulled off on a side road, pulled out my cock, and jacked off. My load of cum hit the headliner of the cheap rental car, and I spread some on the dash and instrument panel as payment for not having a spare tire.